Evening falls like a velvety veil over the city. On the rooftop terrace, where the air still glows warmly, the first spark crackles:spicy orange blossom that brushes your skin like a shooting star. A nerve of geranium provides a fresh tension—like a leap of the heart when you recognize someone before you know who they are.

Then the night opens up.Roos unfolds her silk, elegant and confident, while a golden thread saffron runs through it—warm, slightly smoky, as if a kitchen somewhere downstairs is still alive. It feels like you’ve lived this moment before: the same look, the same smile, the same wind that lifts your hair. Déjà vu, but with more depth, more daring.

Further away, where the sky kisses the sea, a salty hint of ambergris the whole thing up.Wood Chords provide support,Musk softens the contours, andVanillaIt casts a soft glow over everything—like moonlight lingering on the skin. Fleur du Ciel is the scent of a chance encounter that seemed meant to be: light as the air, earthy as longing, and just in time.